Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 96 - 108: Out of Control Kiss (1)

Chapter 96: Chapter 108: Out of Control Kiss (1)

His lips tangled with hers, fitting together so perfectly that no gap was left between them.

His lips were slightly cool, yet brimming with scorching heat, forcefully grinding against her tender, soft petals. After a while, he slowly let go of Isabel Smith, lowered his head gently, and gazed at her face anew.

Isabel Smith’s whole body trembled, an indescribable, strange feeling enveloped her, leaving her somewhat at a loss. All she could do was raise her head blankly and look at Percy Stanton’s stunning face, which made even the heavens and the earth pale in comparison, completely bewildered.

The man’s elegant eyebrows stirred with rolling passion, adding a touch of heavy color to his characteristically lofty and restrained visage, exuding both an arrogant nobility and domineering charm.

Isabel Smith was slightly entranced, her entire brain had slowed down, and she entirely forgot to push Percy Stanton away, only able to say blankly: "Percy, let go of me. Don’t do this..."

Percy Stanton looked into her eyes, which had gradually changed from calm and composed to a deep, abyssal black, like an impenetrable pool of ink, inside which swirling and clawing emotions spread, as intense as a raging storm or a roaring sea kicking up monstrous waves.

"Let go of you?" His usual clear and cold voice now carried an alluring and seductive tone: "...how can I let go of you?"

Percy Stanton’s expression suddenly became somewhat sad.

Looking at this, Isabel Smith’s heart inexplicably ached for him.

Percy Stanton gently raised his hand and caressed her lips. Because of their recent kiss, her lips seemed especially enticing, covered in a layer of watery gloss and a hint of tender pink.

His fingertips trembled slightly as he stared into her eyes, which became infatuated and melancholy, as if he had encountered something heartbreakingly sad. His voice lowered and became more restrained: "I can’t let go... if I could, I would have done so already..."

Isabel Smith was somewhat puzzled and was about to ask when Percy Stanton suddenly lowered his head again, sealing her lips with his.

This time, his kiss was very domineering and fierce, torturing her lips and tongue with a mix of kisses and bites, interweaving relentlessly and desperately with her.

He was so intense that it was as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Isabel Smith’s eyes were wide open, and all she could see was the man’s closed eyes and his long, sensual eyelashes. All the surrounding sounds vanished in a moment, leaving only the sound of their ragged breathing and the ambiguous noises produced by the grinding of their lips and teeth.

She could clearly feel the intense desperation and sadness in the man’s kiss. The hand wrapped around her waist held her even tighter, with such immense strength that it was like he wanted to crush her entire body into his bones and blood.

He conquered her lips, constantly seeking her kisses.

Isabel Smith’s face flushed gradually, her eyes never closing. She clearly saw the expressions of despair and excitement on Percy Stanton’s face, mingling into contradictory emotions.

A sense of confusion and incomprehension overcame Isabel Smith. Was it really him kissing her? That cold, aloof, high-and-mighty business operation genius, Percy Stanton? How could such a cold person have such a fiery and passionate side?

However, Percy Stanton gradually brought his emotions under control and calmed down.